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Post by panpsychism on Feb 9, 2010 18:19:47 GMT -5
Mortimus Boy was quite a looker back in his wild home, and he was special indeed, being the alpha's only living son. This was reflected now as his paws twitched in Mort's sleep, his eyes peacefully closed for now.
He was surrounded by a golden glow as he ran, a brush of a gray tail whipping past his nose every now and then as his powerful strides carried him onward, behind a figure that always seemed a bound ahead of him. He felt the urgent need to rid the world of the figure; every second it's heartbeat rang in his ears, this need grew and pressed inside the wolf's body. It wasn't like spring, or summer, yet the leaves were green and lush.... until Mortimus found himself plummeting, falling from what little grace the boy had. All was dark and cold, yet his fur seemed aflame. Imagine the sort of pain even the strong faint from and multiply by a thousand every milisecond, for what seemed to be lifetimes, and not being able to ignore it? It was awful as the golden light turned first orange, then a rusty color, before it shone brighter than ever; and it's scarlet glow cast bloody tints to the endless expanse stretching out before him. Pale paws met hard ground, knocking the breath out of the boy. Yet, as in most dreams, he did what you'd least expect and stand calmly. His body didn't seem right, not at all. His limbs seemed longer, his shoulders broader, everything about him more mature. He could almost see, in the back of his mind, the reflection of a dark face sneering back at him that he envied. It's battles obviously had been tough, for many scars marred the sadistic white creature as he gazed back at it through both his mind and body. It was so much like Mortimus, what he longed to be, before the face was gone. In it's sable space resided himself, lanky with youth and entirely scarless. Then all was normal.
"Oomph[/b]!" he'd snarl, rolling from his makeshift night nest and sitting up. The gentle waters angered him in their calmness; he hated them with a fire now. A fire that always had been burning deep within his soul, now turned loose on some of the simplest things. They were slow and hulking waves, anything but violent, and therefore he hated them. Why he couldn't find a warrior today and train was beyond him, yet now he was thinking of heading back for just that. His 'search' for somebody to help him out hadn't worked at all, but all he'd done was open his eyes and look for anyone on his way to the lake, so what could you expect?[/font]
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Post by Typhoon on Feb 9, 2010 19:11:34 GMT -5
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A moment of peace like this was something that Typhoon found to be hard to come by previously. His sister was always in constant need of something, and he constantly, willingly provided it. Now as he lumbered along the worn path to the lake, he had to wonder why joining a pack was something that hadn't crossed his mind in the past. With the help of the other members and his dear Erida he found himself able to truly relax and breathe in his surroundings.
Typhoon found himself falling for the Princess quicker than he really would have liked, but a feeling like that was a force that was nearly impossible to resist. Although he wasn't quite ready to bring the predicament up to the lass, he was more than happy to roll in the fluttery happy feelings she gave him. And even more happy to pass the feelings on to others. The large brute hadn't been in the territory long, but something already seemed odd about the members of the pack. Erida seemed wholesome enough, and there was Tsunami... but the others gave him quite an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach. As if they were all keeping a secret from one another. For now, he blew it off his shoulders only as a bit of a trust issue with the newcomers. After all, they had been through a lot. And constantly being on guard had to be tiresome.
Typhoons large, heavy, lazy steps rang out over the air in front of him as he neared the lake. This was an area he hadn't been to yet, but one he was quite looking forward to. He imagined the peaceful, calm waters would complement his happy mentality perfectly. Perhaps it would be just what he needed to sit down and set up a plan in his head on how to deal with the vicious pack that threatened Erida so much.
When the loud, almost surprised sound passed his lobes, his slow trot only faltered momentarily, appearing as a near stumble, before he located it's whereabouts and moved his massive body in it's direction. The muscles etched under his skin bounced with each footfall, unused. For he was not worried. Whoever was here was obviously one of his kind and absolutely nothing to be worried about. And because he assumed there were still trust issues with him, he was determined on being as friendly and sociable as possible no matter how much he was looking forward to this peace.
A large smile creased his face when a figure came into view. A wolf. Something he had not seen in quite some time. "Well, hello, there. Wasn't expecting anyone to be up this way at this hour. Hope I'm not intruding on any quite time" His voice was deep and loud, it echoed out over the lake as he let out a light hearted chuckle and came to a stop mere feet from the brute.
WC//491
Team//Mortimus
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